Habakkuk 2
1 Op på min Varde vil jeg stige; stå hen på mit Vagtsted og spejde, og se, hvad han taler i mig, hvad Svar han har på min Klage.
I WILL stand upon my watch, and set me upon the tower, and will look forth to see what he will speak with me, and what I shall answer concerning my complaint.
2 Og HERREN gav mig til Svar de Ord: "Skriv Synet op og rist det ind i Tavler, at det kan læses let;
And the LORD answered me, and said, Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it.
3 thi Synet står ved Magt, træffer ind til Tide, usvigeligt iler det mod Målet; tøver det, bi så på det, thi det kommer; det udebliver ikke."
For the vision is yet for the appointed time, and it hasteth toward the end, and shall not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come, it will not delay.
4 Se, opblæst, uredelig er Sjælen i ham, men den retfærdige skal leve ved sin Tro.
Behold, his soul is puffed up, it is not upright in him: but the just shall live by his faith.
5 Han er der hos den frækkeste Røver, en hoven, frastødende Mand, der som Dødsriget opspiler Gabet, som Døden uden at mættes, skraber alle Folkene til sig, sanker alle Folkeslag til sig. (Sheol h7585)
Yea, moreover, wine is a treacherous dealer, a haughty man, and that keepeth not at home; who enlargeth his desire as hell, and he is as death, and cannot be satisfied, but gathereth unto him all nations, and heapeth unto him all peoples. (Sheol h7585)
6 Visselig skal de alle istemme en Hånsang, en Smædevise fuld af Hentydninger til ham og sige: Ve ham, der dynger andres Gods op - hvor længe? - og læsser Pantegods på sig!
Shall not all these take up a parable against him, and a taunting proverb against him, and say, Woe to him that increaseth that which is not his! how long? and that ladeth himself with pledges!
7 Thi brat står dine Skyldherrer op; de, som vil rykke dig, vågner; da bliver du dem til Bytte.
Shall they not rise up suddenly that shall bite thee, and awake that shall vex thee, and thou shalt be for booties unto them?
8 Fordi du har plyndret mange Folk, skal du plyndres af al Folkeslagenes Rest for Menneskeblods Skyld, for Vold mod Landet, mod Byen og alle, som bor der.
Because thou hast spoiled many nations, all the remnant of the peoples shall spoil thee; because of men’s blood, and for the violence done to the land, to the city and to all that dwell therein.
9 Ve ham, som søger ublu Vinding til sit Hus for at bygge sin Rede højt og redde sig fra Ulykkens Hånd.
Woe to him that getteth an evil gain for his house, that he may set his nest on high, that he may be delivered from the hand of evil!
10 Dit Hus får Skam af dit Råd. Du nedtrådte mange Folkeslag, men satte din Sjæl i Vove.
Thou hast consulted shame to thy house, by cutting off many peoples, and hast sinned against thy soul.
11 Thi Stenen råber fra Væggen, fra Træværket svarer Bjælken.
For the stone shall cry out of the wall, and the beam out of the timber shall answer it.
12 Ve ham, som bygger By med Blod og rejser en Stad med Uret,
Woe to him that buildeth a town with blood, and stablisheth a city by iniquity!
13 (er dette ikke, fra Hærskarers HERRE?) så Folkeslag slider for Ilden, og Folkefærds Møje er spildt.
Behold, is it not of the LORD of hosts that the peoples labour for the fire, and the nations weary themselves for vanity?
14 Thi Jorden skal fyldes af Kundskab om HERRENs Herlighed, som Vandene dækker Havets Bund.
For the earth shall be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the LORD, as the waters cover the sea.
15 Ve ham, som lader Venner drikke en Rus af Fade og Skåle for at få deres Blusel at se.
Woe unto him that giveth his neighbour drink, that addest thy venom [thereto], and makest him drunken also, that thou mayest look on their nakedness!
16 Du mætted dig med Skam for Ære. Drik selv, vis din Forhud frem! Nu kommer Bægeret fra HERRENs højre til dig og Skændsel til din Ære.
Thou art filled with shame for glory: drink thou also, and be as one uncircumcised: the cup of the LORD’S right hand shall be turned unto thee, and foul shame shall be upon thy glory.
17 Thi du tynges af Vold mod Libanon, knuses for Misbrug af Dyr, for Menneskeblods Skyld, for Vold mod Landet, mod Byen og alle, som bor der.
For the violence done to Lebanon shall cover thee, and the destruction of the beasts, which made them afraid; because of men’s blood, and for the violence done to the land, to the city and to all that dwell therein.
18 Hvad gavner det skårne Billed, at en Billedskærer skærer det ud, det støbte Billed, hvis Spådom er falsk, at en Billedskærer stoler derpå, så han laver stumme Guder?
What profiteth the graven image, that the maker thereof hath graven it; the molten image, and the teacher of lies, that the maker of his work trusteth therein, to make dumb idols?
19 Ve den, som siger til Træ: "Vågn op!" til Sten uden Mæle:" - Stå op!" Den skulde kunne spå! Se, den er klædt i Guld og Sølv, men af Ånd har den intet i sig.
Woe unto him that saith to the wood, Awake; to the dumb stone, Arise! Shall this teach? Behold, it is laid over with gold and silver, and there is no breath at all in the midst of it.
20 Men HERREN er i sin Helligdom; stille for ham, al Jorden!
But the LORD is in his holy temple: let all the earth keep silence before him.
